Being born at the cusp of the moog, I suppose it must be difficult for man, machine and man-machine to be a unified mass of totally isolated alienated shiny robots, but from a distance it makes a lovely star! Isn't that where we wish upon? Isn't this the golden age of electronic music, or is it the dark side of the moog?
When Gary Numan graced the earth in 1979 with 'Are Friends Electric?' where were you? I was just 12 years old, ripe for the romance of alienation. The innocence of its soundscape was a perfect replica of the pleasure principle dying with the buzzing electronic tones of scattered flesh. It was too much to chew for the classical brigade but for the jagged saw tooth uninitiated it was electrifying. I was bitten by the electronic bug and began to discover the many diversities of electronic sound application, including classical interpretations. And when 'The Planets' actually start talking to each other as in the music of Isao Tomita, you know you are in the universe and not just the earth plane_station_airy. Of course the wood and brass of my turntable kept me here on earth and so learning how to appreciate the hammer and nails of music was and is a grounding experience. Scrapping a trumpet I couldn't play for a far more interesting old radio that didn't work properly I found myself enjoying morse code with the aliens. This was real music to me, the imagination was lit with electrifying communication at my finger tips. The emotional content was intense and wide eyed. I could resonate completely with the interference blocking out the usual musical forms of pianos and violins into a metaphysical like ra re KameLeon about to plant life on itself. This love of sound eventually grew into the realisation that the instrument is whatever we want it to be for better or for worse.
The need of maintaining a body that walks and talks on earth is an experiment that I have recently come across! Any advice would be most welcome! But what I have found is that the cheeky monkey needs to control its tongue, and it does so either by gracefully sticking it out and biting it off, or gracefully sucking it back in and swallowing it! But being back inside my tummy ready to pop out again got boring after a while so the last time I was born my teeth chattered faster than my tongue and now I have all these tongues around me saying different things!
Anyway someone once told me there was this blue bloke with a flute who was quite happy. So I began to invest_a_gate but I noticed that none of his followers had a flute, but they all had these instruction manuals that they shouted about at each other until they were blue in the face, but it didn't seem to work.....I must admit though they did seem to be sincerely trying very hard!
I didn't like to read or write and so I looked through t...he........_........_....P_age.......pip_e.........a.........n_d........._.be......g...._......a_n........t_o_.......typ_e................_.t_he........not..e_s... oh! Sorry got carried away!!!
As Brain points out, the illumination of the imagination is vital to understanding, and when the experience itself is known to be our very blood, it is to be a willing and sacrificial lamb. This rose tinted view of chromium beings may or may not be gold, but if our pains shall yell'ow' with grace, the true romance of being in this Present age may resonate like a trumpet blast of epic proportions!
The acid test; will the golden egg fall from teeth unscathed? Will she sail upon us through the apperception of a blinked eye?

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